Zhu Biao's inspection arrived as scheduled, but Chen Yunfu did not see it.

An hour before Zhu Biao arrived, all these subordinate officials were ordered to go home.

Yes, go home.

The more than two hundred officials in the entire Ducha's outer courtyard were all cleared without exception.

Chen Yunfu expressed his understanding of this situation.

The prince's safety is more important than Mount Tai. Of course, we can't leave officials like them here. It would be a huge disaster if they try to hide bad guys.

"Look, I'll just say it. It's all in vain."

Zhao Qian started mumbling as soon as he left the door, but Chen Yunfu just smiled and said disapprovingly: "How can we call it a waste of time? Although we have left, don't the things we did stay there? The fact is that we will not run away. It fell."

Seeing that Zhao Qian was about to say something else, Chen Yunfu patted the former on the shoulder: "Okay, we have been tired for more than a day. Come to my place and I will treat you to dinner."

Chen Yunfu was busy folding quilts for the work of more than seventy rooms, so Zhao Qian took the initiative to take over all other tasks. Chen Yunfu remembered this.

Zhao Qian was very happy when he heard that Chen Yunfu wanted to treat him to dinner, and all his worries were forgotten.

This is a person who is not letting things go.

The two of them were relaxed, but at this time, the people in the Metropolitan Procuratorate were extremely nervous inside and outside.

After Zhu Biao came, he just looked at the Metropolitan Procuratorate briefly and planned to leave. Zhan Hui, the imperial censor of the Zuodu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate who was accompanying him, said casually.

"Your Highness, why don't you have a casual meal at our Metropolitan Procuratorate?"

Zhu Biao came at the first quarter of the morning, and after wandering for an hour, he arrived at the first quarter of the evening. Calculated, it was equivalent to 4:15 in the afternoon. If it took another half hour, it would indeed be time to have dinner.

Zhu Biao paused, thought briefly, and nodded to give Zhan Hui face: "Now that Master Zhan has spoken, I will have a drink with you, Master Zhan."

Here Zhu Biao calls Zhan Hui "Master Zhan" because Zhan Hui is not only the censor of Zuodu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, he also has an incredible title.

Prince Shaobao!

Therefore, Zhan Hui's official title was from the first rank rather than the second rank, and he was a real central-level official in the Ming Dynasty at this time.

When Zhan Hui saw Zhu Biao's admiration, his face also burst into smiles, and he said repeatedly: "Then your Highness, the Crown Prince, will go to the backyard to rest for a while and think about it. Go to the dining room and give instructions to prepare the banquet."

Ge Sidao, who was accompanied by a large group of censors, quickly took the order. Zhu Biao, accompanied by Zhan Hui and a large group of censors from the Metropolitan Procuratorate, entered the backyard.

Upon entering the private room in the backyard, Zhu Biao naturally saw the 'tofu cube' quilt quietly stacked on the bed.

Zhu Biao fell in love with her at just one glance.

"good."

Opening the golden mouth lightly, Zhu Biao praised him. He tilted his head and praised Zhan Hui with great satisfaction: "The Metropolitan Procuratorate is really serious about internal affairs. It has no signs of laziness and has done a good job."

The clean and tidy house and the beautiful tofu cubes all added to Zhu Biao's image points, and Zhan Hui was also happy to see them.

"Who folded it?"

Zhu Biao asked casually, but the question was shouted out by the eunuch accompanying him.

"The prince has something to say, who folded the quilt?"

The sharp and bright voice reached the ears of the officials guarding the door clearly. Chen Xinli hurriedly pulled Ding Jitong beside him.

"Who folded the quilt?"

"Yes..." Ding Jitong didn't expect that just a quilt could get into the prince's eyes. He felt itchy with hatred, but he didn't dare to lie openly, so he could only say sullenly: "Yes. Chen Yunfu."

Chen Xinli didn't have time to care about Ding Jitong's mood, and immediately shouted at the top of his voice: "To answer His Highness the Crown Prince, it's an official from our Zhaomo Division named Chen Yunfu."

Zhu Biao in the room naturally heard it and nodded slightly.

"Call Chen Yunfu."

Zhan Hui was a little surprised: "Your Highness, it's just a quilt. How can a mere official be worthy of being received by you in person?"

"Master Zhan, don't you think the folding of this quilt is really beautiful and neat? I want to see how it is folded. When I get to the palace, I will ask the Shang Palace Bureau to teach the people in the palace this way."

Zhan Hui nodded and asked someone to go out and explain.

The task of running errands to find the person naturally fell on Ding Jitong. Even though this guy was unwilling to do so, he could only do it.

Although Ding Jitong knew that Chen Yunfu lived in No. 3A, North Liren Street, he didn't know exactly where, so he had to ask around.

The first house I asked about was clinker, the concierge said.

"You are asking about the little master Daoming. He lives here at No. 17. If you walk straight in from here, there is a Chen's House."

When he mentioned the 17th, Ding Jitong felt vaguely familiar. When he thought about it carefully, his eyes suddenly opened wide.

Isn't that the residence of Yan Wen, the former minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs?

Ding Jitong's uncle worked in the Ministry of Personnel, and his father also worked in the Ministry of Personnel before becoming a Hanlin scholar, so Ding Jitong had heard about it from his family members earlier.

No. 17, North Sanjia.

Damn it, how did Yan Wen's mansion end up at Chen Yunfu's?

Ding Jitong was thinking wildly and suddenly came to his senses.

"What did you just say, little master Daoming?"

"That's right, you don't know?" The porter looked Ding Jitong up and down and said in surprise: "Didn't you say that you are his colleague in the Metropolitan Procuratorate? You don't even know this?"

"Um, huh." Ding Jitong said awkwardly, "I also just arrived at the Metropolitan Procuratorate."

"No wonder." The concierge said oh without doubting that he was there, and shook Chen Yunfu's secrets like pouring beans through a bamboo tube: "This man is not simple. Don't you see that he is young. Before he returned to secular life, he was a Taoist priest of Tianjie Temple.

The master of this generation, Empress Xiaoci, passed away. Among the people who came to the palace to keep vigil was this young master. Later, he even stayed in the palace to recite the poem for Empress Xiaoci for a full half a year. This house was gifted by His Majesty."

Finally, he smacked his lips and said: "Not only the house, but also more than a dozen palace maids were given. Hey, these palace maids all look like fairies. I heard that they all served the late queen before.

Shang Gongju taught him from childhood."

Ding Jitong remained silent, almost dumbfounded.

I thought about Chen Yunfu’s background. Who the hell would have thought about it!

The emperor gave a house and a palace maid?
Chapter completed!